[Footnote 8: The people, excepting the priests, shaved off all the hair
from their faces, but what grew on the upper lip.]

[Footnote 9: This equivocal manner of speech may be supposed natural
enough in one of this order of priests, who, it is said, held a more
refined idea of a future state than they preached to the people.]


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Alas! no more that joyous morn appears
That led the tranquil hours of spotless fame;
For I have steep'd a father's couch in tears,

SHENSTONE.

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THE FRATERNAL DUEL.


'Oh! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!
I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:
Nought is so dreadful to my gloom as light!
Nothing so dismal as the blaze of day!